February 2012
mom: bebe you have to teach me how to dance
me: oh yeah? you wanna bellydance eh?
mom: what no. american dance.
me: what.
mom: teach me how to dance hip hop
me: what.
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you live in america.
if all your friends are of the same race, then it means you have an inability to find something in common with other people besides race. that’s low. you live in america. fucking get with it.  i don’t care if you think you relate to a person more because they have the same nationality as you. that’s bullshit. you are clearly not looking past or beyond the horizon of what is...
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“Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.”
– Pablo Neruda, from Twenty Poems of Love (via redvelvetteacake)
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“Healing grief does not mean making the grief disappear, but rather making peace...”
– Barry Grosskopf (via psychotherapy)
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“Learn to love solitude – to be more alone with yourselves. The problem with...”
– Andrei Tarkovsky (via criterioncorner)
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“My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that...”
– Søren Kierkegaard  (via human-voices)
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When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? -Franz Kafka
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